(Author's POV)
"My name is Mira Bolton. And your apology is~ ... not accepted," she stared right at Dion with her perfectly shaped hazel eyes. Her voice was full of conviction, but Dion could clearly tell that she was barely holding on. She then added, "I would like it~ …. if we never meet again."
She didn't even wait for his reply and just ran off. As if she had stayed a second longer, he would have eaten her alive. But Dion didn't even try to follow her and just stood there in silence, watching her walk away. But he didn't take his eyes off her until she disappeared into a corner.
"MIRA BOLTON," he said her name as if he was saying a prayer. "How creative." Then he broke into a light chuckle, which ended up with a good laughter, "Hahahahaha~ ... did you see her, Drey. She is still trying to play pretend. How innovatively cute of her. Just adorable."
